My favorite Christmas story
I can't believe Christmas has come and gone. All the lights, the music and movies, the warm drinks and fuzzy blankets, and the nostalgia that comes along, truly makes Christmas the most wonderful time of the year.
One of my favorite memories from Christmas is from when I was about five. My family and I were walking into church on Christmas Eve for the late-night service, and I was worried that Santa wouldn't come to our house because we weren't asleep in bed.
While walking, I looked up in the sky and saw a red, flashing light. I couldn't believe it; it was Rudolph guiding Santa's sleigh.
I lost it. Santa was so much closer to my house than I thought. I was convinced we needed to go home and go straight to bed immediately. However, my parents convinced me Santa had a lot of other houses to visit before ours, and we would be home and in bed before he got to us.
That was enough to calm me down for the service. After church, we went to my Grandma's house, where I quickly informed everyone that we didn't have time to eat and open presents this year, because I saw a red flashing light in the sky, and we needed to go to bed.
A few of my cousins and I proceeded to rush through gifts, only to be slowed down by our parents and older siblings, who wanted to just relax and enjoy time together. (Why didn't it matter to them that I saw Rudolph?!)
After what felt like an eternity, we finally went home, and I raced in the house and into my bed.
The next morning was as magical as every other Christmas morning. I jumped on my brother's bed around 4 a.m., informing him it was Christmas.I then ran to my parents' room to jump on their bed, whereupon my dad told me to go make sure Santa had been there.
So, I ran downstairs to find the tree filled with presents underneath, and overflowing stockings with candy. I ran back upstairs, informed my parents Santa had come, and it was time to go downstairs!
However, getting them up was a chore. (I never understood why I was the only one busting at the seams to get up on Christmas morning. Why was everyone so tired?)
After about 45 minutes of running back and forth, waking everyone for the third, fourth, and fifth time, and my parents trying to postpone me with multiple tasks, they finally agreed to get the day started.
Christmas at my house was always overflowing with love, joy, and lots of patience (on my family's end). There was always a direct intention to focus on Jesus and his birth, even with all the excitement.
I hope you all had a very Merry Christmas, and are able to enjoy this time with the ones most dear to you. -- Jeremiah 29:11n
The author is a senior at Keystone High School in Knox. She is the daughter of Craig and Kate Schoeppner.